Scavius has no discernable origins. His memory was wiped clean and all
he remembers is the scent of disease and blood. Since his Awakening,
Scavius has wandered throughout Serin, trying to uncover his past and
perhaps find purpose. During his wanderings he met a crazed hermit just
north of Timaran. Curiousity abound, Scavius spoke with the hermit who
informed Scavius that he was His disciple and would spread disease and death
in plenty. Elated by the simple ramblings of the hermit, he was then
directed to Gasteride's Palace. A place of power, and was warned to tread
carefully. Upon entering the palace he was immediately drawn to an ancient
altar in the north western section. It was here that Scavius would find his
purpose, though his past would still remain hidden to him. Pledging himself
to Rodyn, Scavius then ventured to seek more power.
Description:
The being before you is something out of a children's nightmare, or
perhaps ancient lore. What once was a living being is now dessicated, the
flesh withers and wrinkles with various parts having already disintegrated
away, revealing congealed blood and flesh eating worms underneath. Half of
his face is nothing more than a skull, bits of dried cartilage and rotten
teeth are clearly visible even on a moonless night. Two orbs glow with a
green tint from deep within their sockets, they are unwavering, unblinking,
and stare directly into your soul. Lastly, a set of membrane-like wings
stretch outwards, barbed tips can be seen on the ends and gaping holes can
be seen throughout making it a wonder he can remain airborne.
